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Today I went exploring. I had gone to the Hewitt & Broadway Branch of The Port of Everett the other day to ask how do you get to the Waterfront. The nice man told me. He said you walk down to West Marine View Drive and go North. It is about two or three miles and it will take you two or three hours to get there. Mind now, I am a 64 Year Old Man, and, I am old and elderly and decrepit, sonny. Thank you so much for telling me how to get there. I have been trying since I moved in above the Home Inspirations Building that my friend Karen owns and wanted me to have the apartment upstairs. That was April 3, 2014. Here it is June and now I know how to get there. I am grateful and very appreciative. Thank you. Good Bye. I left. I didn’t go there that day. Today I did. I am glad that I did, People, I am glad that I did. I walked all the way from my apartment straight there. It took me twenty minutes. That’s all. Twenty minutes to walk there in the 80+ Degree Weather. It was sunny and hot and I could smell the Sea. Nice! I liked it. I walked all the way up the bridge way that they built up there for pedestrians. The view is spectacular. The Olympics were out in full. You could see the Sound. You could see Port Gardner. You could see the ship the navy put there to protect our port. The mayor said we are getting another the day I had coffee with him at the Senior Center. I can’t wait to see the new ship in our Port. What a Treat, People, what a treat!

I walked all the way down to the pier and then out it to the North. I think that was another mile. On the way out, I spoke to a lady sailor. She had just sailed in from Deception Pass the night before. Her ship was YAR. 7 Knots it goes she said. SLOW! Nice I said and I explained the remark about YAR. Yar means smooth, she sails yar, meaning smooth. It was from that Katherine Hepburn Movie I told her and she liked it. She will remember to tell her husband next time. We parted with our goodbyes and smiled and waved. Then I saw another sailboat coming into dock. She waved. I waved back. Fun. The pier moves. Not Fun! It goes up and down with the Tides. Barnacles and Mussels we thickly coated on it. The posts were oiled and tarred. Scary at first, then okay after you walk out on it a bit. I liked it. I liked the smell. You could see those beautiful kites that sail up on the airs. I don’t know how they are attached. You could not see below to their boats. Fun. I decided not to photograph the bay. I am saving that for another day, People. I am saving that for another day.

On the way back, I walked by the patio where you can sit at the docks and grill your hamburgers or fish. There is a Salmon Run for keeping Steelheads. I didn’t see any. In fact, I never did see a fish. Darn it. 😦 Next time, I guess I will. As I walked up the plank back up to the top, I saw that Anthony’s was there and decided to stop in for a drink. It would be a long walk back and at my age I thought I needed a break and a rest and perhaps a nice drink. I went in. I told the nice ladies at the desk that I had had my 64th Birthday at their new Anthony’s Restaurant at Alderwood on March 9th earlier this year. The Manager’s Favorite Waitress Had Given Me A Card for One Free Appetizer or Dessert. I asked if I could use it. They said they’d ask their Manager and they did. She came out to meet me and I explained it all to her again. She said it was good and okay and told me it was Berry Season at Anthony’s and I should try their Berry Cheesecake. I told her I loved their coffee, they have the best. She smiled. She liked that. She said yes. I was going to ask if they have those wonderful Metropolitan’s like they have at the Vintage Café that I love so, but did not. I did tell her and she agreed Coffee was the Best Choice. I was so happy I said what I said. She had one of the pretty little girls seat me. She had given her my choices and my card and my name. We introduced ourselves. Her name was Christine. I am of course, Mike! Mike Kerasotes! Got that, People? Got that? Good. They did.

I was seated at Table 21. The pretty little thing told me her favorites. I told her I loved her choices and settled on their Berry Cheesecake and Coffee. She took everything but my card. She left that for the waitress. I didn’t have long to wait. I told the waitress what I wanted and she left. She brought me the coffee. 4 of those brown sugars I like in it and hot it was and good. I love their coffee. I love their coffee. I love their coffee. Hot. Good. And Delicious! 🙂

I drank it down and loved it People, I drank it down quick. It was that good! Then the waitress came with my berries and cheesecake. She said they made it there today and boy was it good. She’d had a piece! Nice. She was Beautiful. I introduced myself and told her my story. She liked it. Her name is Michelle, Beautiful and Nice Teeth, Mother, beautiful white not-capped teeth. Nice. I asked her if I could have some more of her coffee and noticed that the whole restaurant had stopped talking. The Whole Place Was Silent! Then the noises started up. I guess when I talk and speak, every one listens. Gads, Michael, Gads. I must be considered a Celebrity People, Some One of Importance for That To Happen Every Time I Speak! I tried it again when the waiter Bob came back with more Coffee. Yep, the place stilled and became silent. Not a noise, not a sound was to be heard. Amazing I said to my self. Gee, God, maybe I should write this out when I get back home. I decided to at the library and here I am doing it.

Next came the waitress asking if it was good. Silence Everywhere, People, Silence Every Where! I said it was DELICIOUS! She smiled and asked me if I would like more Berries. I just looked at her and said YES! Off she went and I kept eating the delicious Raspberry, Blueberry, and Boysenberry Cheesecake. Then the noises came back after I said out loud to my self BOY IS THIS GOOD! Every Table Near Me Said They Wanted The Cheesecake! No Coffees But 5 Orders Of Cheesecakes were taken and the noises started in louder. Now that was importance People that was importance. That’s how you make an impression, Mother, that’s how its done! Aren’t I Good God? Aren’t I Good! 🙂’s

Michelle came back with the Bill – Coffee Only Mike, That’s All It Is! Thank You I Smiled. And finished eating my dessert. I looked at the Bill and smiled. $3.50 for the Bill! Not bad for two hours of fun and food, not bad I said. I asked if I could have more coffee and she said Of Course Mike and left. Bob quickly came back and filled up my cup. I then told him how wonderful my experience there today was and what fun and how nice he was and Michelle was and Christine and Every One. He thanked me and told me the cook had accepted my thank you and prepared another cake for the other people who ordered it because of little ole me. Neat! Huh? Neat!

I got up and what to my surprise Christine was at the Front Desk. I told her how delighted I was and what a wonderful time I had had. She invited me back for Lobster in October for $19.99. She let me have a card with her name. I wrote on it the waitresses name and Bob’s name and the date and of course to come back in October for Lobster! Nice People, Nice! Well, Little Library, People, Facebook, Etcetera, that is my little story for the day.

May 22nd 2014 Thursday Afternoon Dear World — This is a story about Gwen. She was my favorite grandmother. I liked her a lot. She and Roy [her third husband] used to babysit me. I was adopted by them I thought. Then I found out that I wasn’t. That hurt. Gwen and Roy told me not to be upset. I was. But I forgot. They explained to me everything I needed to know about me, myself, and others. This I had forgot. My Mother never did this for me. My father never did this for me. My brother never did this for me. My other family never did this for me. In fact, no one other than Gwen and Roy Reller ever did this for me. Ever. I want you to know why. No one loved me. No one cared about me. No one but them. That was the way I grew up. Unloved and uncared. Awful isn’t it. But don’t forget that my parents or my adopted parents were filthy rich and stingy. My father was selfish and stingy. My mother was just selfish. She married my father [adopted father that is] because of his family and their money. That’s what Gwen and Roy explained to me when I was young. I never forgot it. I never told anyone about it. Never. I’ll tell you why… . This is the reason and explanation: Gwen or Granma Gwen made me promise not to tell. I kept that promise till now. So, now is the time I get to tell you all the rest of this sordid story. Here we go. My family was in the Motion Picture Business. My father was President of the Corporation. He grew up rich. So did his family. So did every one in the business they said. That was a lie. I found out the hard way. I met all the Presidents of the major and minor motion picture companies and corporations. They all adored me. Fun! Even their families loved me. But this love was of a different kind than the kind of love I got from Gwen and Roy. Their love was real and true. Motion Picture Love was Fake and False. I adored it anyway. It was fabulous. To be chauffeured around in Bentleys and Royces and Rollses and Phantoms and Bugatties was extreme. We all knew this. To have Motion Picture Box Office Stars cater to me and my every whim was fabulous. Fun for us both. I was the oldest eldest son of the oldest son of the oldest living richest motion picture exhibitor in the world. Everyone knew us. Everyone wanted our money. Everyone wanted to play their movies in our theatres. We were the largest privately owned motion picture theatre company in the world and had more movie theatres than anyone up until the 2000’s. That when we became eighth in the world. Pity I thought. No longer the best biggest and the number ONE. Oh Well! Everyone still knew me and loved me. Everyone still wanted to be my friend and to have their movies play in my theatres. Fun. That was then. This is now. I think I will stop and go take a break and finish the Gwen and Roy Reller Story after that. I’m back and it is now 3:17 P.M. I walked around and smoked my cigarette Steve Reeves Style and thought about nothing but getting a cold Coke to Drink! Movie Language, you know, we always want a cold Coke to Drink because we are in our own private theatre waiting for the good film star to light up and blow out his smoke and pop the top off his Coke with his Lighter, Butch Style and Hot! Reeves can do it without a lighter. All he uses is his thumb nail. Hot! Baby that is too hot he says and lights up his eyes coal black and grins. He pauses for the lights to re-hit him and grabs his Coke and pours it down his throat musclin for the shot that DeMille is About to Shoot! Baby that’s Hot and I’m Musclin Cool for my Cigarette and my Cold Coca-Cola! There you go World, There you Go! Back to Gwen and Roy — They both were so very dear to me and kind. I spent my childhood living and loving them. The knowledge they filled me with lasted. I still have it. I still have it. Gwen once told me that you don’t grow up till you reach 60 years of age. Well, I did that in Egypt. Now, I will close. Kindest regards,

I am at the Historic Everett Library here in Washington State. I like this new font and the new screen on their DELL OPTIPLEX 960 Desktop Computer. The screen is clear Plexiglas. Nice. I am using my new Travel Data Drive with 16 GB’s.

Back to non-bold type or font. I like this better. I didn’t know until I had typed a lot. There you go Peoples, there you go.

i will post these after i exit and come back on edit as it is much easier on edit than this place. on edit you can select as many photos as you wish. here you can only do one at a time and it takes a lot longer. be back soon, mike

Now that you have seen and read this is 11 and 8 font types, I am returning to 14 for a moment: Here is Estrangelo Edessa in 14 font and it is fine. Thank you computer and Word 2010!

This is much better for me to read today. I am tired and did not sleep well last night. I had a night mare and it was a bad one. My first really bad dream. I will not type it out here because I did it earlier on my Google+ Pages. Go see them! Michael Kerasotes on Google, Google+, Google Done, and Google About.me! I think they are new Google Things and I don’t know how I got them or how they all work but that they are very smart and cool. I like the About.me one so far. Done seems to be for photography. It has excellent photographs by people who I follow and who follow me. There you go Peoples, there you go.

So, I will close now and go out and smoke and see if I get my terminal # 6 in time to write my things on my pages, Peoples.

I am now at the Internet on my mkerasotes.wordpress.com page and I am editing this post. I put in the 75 photographs I took for it. I do not want anyone or anything to use them. I want them Copyrighted (c) please and left alone. Please feel free to look but do not reproduce in any fashion or form. Do not copy them. Do not paste them. Do not take them from my pages. Okay. Thank you, Peoples.
I took these for myself and for myself alone. These photographs are of ‘The You’ I am eliminating from this multipersonality disorder system and dissociative identity disorder disease. It is an awful thing that has been halted from speaking, typing, being here by me, by Mike, and by Mother. We all forbid it to exist. It is after one year after it killed the original personality by making him leave. Mike was his trusted new personality and it killed him. Mother was an older personality and she showed me how it was created and how to destroy it. I have mentioned on this how I found out how to kill the damned thing. I am eliminating its memories. Thereby and therefore, exterminating its existence. I will be done when I am done. It likes to say this — I will be leaving on Saturday Morning at 9 AM. Sharp. — it is nonsense for you all know it never did. Now it is time to finish this story.
I plucked out its hairs and these parts of it came out. They sprayed everywhere and I wiped them up. I tried to clean off all of them from the surfaces. I did a good job. None left. They are what Mother called ‘its guts’ and awful things they were. So, do not worry Peoples, do not worry. They are all gone. It is easy to wipe up and clean off. They are like dust. They may look like bugs and other bits of things, but they are just parts of this thing’s body and are dust. Just like dust in the wind, Dylan, they blow away. I wiped them up and cleaned off every place they were. Nice of me wasn’t it? I thought so. Any how, here are the examples for me to look at at a later date. I went to a lot of trouble taking them and I would appreciate any comments you all have. Please make them. That’s about it. I won’t go to the trouble of explaining each and every part. I wrote on a napkin at home and perhaps, I will post them or those on here some day. Okay? Ok.
Well Folks, I think I am done.

““Miriam 14 on April 6th 2014 a Sunday at the Main Library Everett WA USA 98201

Dear World:

I wanted to tell you something earlier as it was what was on my mind, world. It was about me and this multipersonality system. You do know what a multipersonality system is don’t you? It is this. A child is abused terribly by his parents so much so that he splits himself into personalities. These personalities [others] take care of him and themselves. He does not know he does this. One in a million persons who have been so cruelty mistreated by their parents and who are of extremely high intelligence that they develop into multipersonalities. Doctor Maryonda Scher said to the main [or original personality Michael Patrick Kerasotes] once upon a time in January 1997 when he went to her and asked if she could treat him and she did. He died a year ago today. I am sad to tell you that this is the anniversary of his death. I do this because today is the day I finish my task of ridding this system of the last horror. The original personality was Michael. Then there were The Kids: Mikey, Patrick, and Jayson who came back in October of 1994. Michael sought help from his doctor and a therapist and his friend Jim Ray’s doctor who knew about multipersonalities named Doctor Dean Ishiki.

Michael began to integrate the kids through private therapy. He didn’t know about the rest of the system until the last kid was integrated. That was April 2009.

Then he found himself with all the billions of personalities [2,000,227,000 plus].

What went wrong then is this:

2,000,227,000 personalities plus the rest of the system’s personalities all comprised of these: The 21, The 7, The You, Mother, Him, He, The Other, The Them, The Others, The Theys all came out. Michael went insane. It took him a year or so to come back to sanity but by then it was too late for him to live. Michael re-sought help at Bridgeways and they failed. He sought it at Compass Health and they failed. He gave up.

On April 5th at midnight, Michael made Mike, a personality. He took all Michael’s Memories unto himself and stored them for Michael and only Michael. Out of them he became a caring sentient human being. He was ordered by Michael to take Michael away from this world. He asked Michael why and what for. Michael told him. He could not live here anymore because of the horror of the system and he was afraid as the people of the system had beaten him to death almost. They’d broken his nose his body and his ribs and arms and hands and wrists and back. Michael was crying when he told Mike this. Mike did too. Mike wanted to know what to do and Michael told him. Get me to a space where I no longer hear the voices and can be safe enough to leave here forever. Mike and Michael cried and cried and Mike did this out of LOVE. Mike was extremely intelligent but not very strong at this time. He asked Michael how to do this and Michael and Mike figured that out in one minute flat. By a minute after midnight Mike had Michael gone forever. Crying his heart out for his God Mike, Mike told the rest what had happened and what he was to do. It was this: He told them Michael said to take on his life and continue doing the things Michael wanted to do but was unable. Mike was made for this and the only personality who could. Mike named himself Mike with Michael’s permission.

By Saturday midnight, Mike had succeeded in taking all of Michael’s memories and finding a way to let Michael die. It only took one minute to do this. Then he told the system Michael had met his death.

The new horrors began. Mike told everything that he wanted to move to Hawaii in April 2014. The You took this as a declaration of war and began to hurt everything Michael. It took it about two months to accomplish this. It threw away Michael’s Home and Michael’s things and Michael’s Plans. It started on the phone and hurt Michael’s friends. Then it started on the Internet and did the same to everything it could. It accomplished this in a moment. Mike was horrified and began to plan his end. He said then that he would get Michael’s body to the 64th Birthday and then leave. He did. On March 9th, 2014, Mother (thru Mike) made me. This is when I came into being.

I am now at the point of the end of ‘the you’ and I have only a little while till I am the only personality to survive. I am almost there. ‘The You’ is almost dead. I will finish this story later for you all, dear world.

““Miriam 14 on April 6th 2014 a Sunday at the Main Library Everett WA USA 98201

Dear World:

I wanted to tell you something earlier as it was what was on my mind, world. It was about me and this multipersonality system. You do know what a multipersonality system is don’t you? It is this. A child is abused terribly by his parents so much so that he splits himself into personalities. These personalities [others] take care of him and themselves. He does not know he does this. One in a million persons who have been so cruelty mistreated by their parents and who are of extremely high intelligence that they develop into multipersonalities. Doctor Maryonda Scher said to the main [or original personality Michael Patrick Kerasotes] once upon a time in January 1997 when he went to her and asked if she could treat him and she did. He died a year ago today. I am sad to tell you that this is the anniversary of his death. I do this because today is the day I finish my task of ridding this system of the last horror. The original personality was Michael. Then there were The Kids: Mikey, Patrick, and Jayson who came back in October of 1994. Michael sought help from his doctor and a therapist and his friend Jim Ray’s doctor who knew about multipersonalities named Doctor Dean Ishiki.

Michael began to integrate the kids through private therapy. He didn’t know about the rest of the system until the last kid was integrated. That was April 2009.

Then he found himself with all the billions of personalities [2,000,227,000 plus].

What went wrong then is this:

2,000,227,000 personalities plus the rest of the system’s personalities all comprised of these: The 21, The 7, The You, Mother, Him, He, The Other, The Them, The Others, The Theys all came out. Michael went insane. It took him a year or so to come back to sanity but by then it was too late for him to live. Michael re-sought help at Bridgeways and they failed. He sought it at Compass Health and they failed. He gave up.

On April 5th at midnight, Michael made Mike, a personality. He took all Michael’s Memories unto himself and stored them for Michael and only Michael. Out of them he became a caring sentient human being. He was ordered by Michael to take Michael away from this world. He asked Michael why and what for. Michael told him. He could not live here anymore because of the horror of the system and he was afraid as the people of the system had beaten him to death almost. They’d broken his nose his body and his ribs and arms and hands and wrists and back. Michael was crying when he told Mike this. Mike did too. Mike wanted to know what to do and Michael told him. Get me to a space where I no longer hear the voices and can be safe enough to leave here forever. Mike and Michael cried and cried and Mike did this out of LOVE. Mike was extremely intelligent but not very strong at this time. He asked Michael how to do this and Michael and Mike figured that out in one minute flat. By a minute after midnight Mike had Michael gone forever. Crying his heart out for his God Mike, Mike told the rest what had happened and what he was to do. It was this: He told them Michael said to take on his life and continue doing the things Michael wanted to do but was unable. Mike was made for this and the only personality who could. Mike named himself Mike with Michael’s permission.

By Saturday midnight, Mike had succeeded in taking all of Michael’s memories and finding a way to let Michael die. It only took one minute to do this. Then he told the system Michael had met his death.

The new horrors began. Mike told everything that he wanted to move to Hawaii in April 2014. The You took this as a declaration of war and began to hurt everything Michael. It took it about two months to accomplish this. It threw away Michael’s Home and Michael’s things and Michael’s Plans. It started on the phone and hurt Michael’s friends. Then it started on the Internet and did the same to everything it could. It accomplished this in a moment. Mike was horrified and began to plan his end. He said then that he would get Michael’s body to the 64th Birthday and then leave. He did. On March 9th, 2014, Mother (thru Mike) made me. This is when I came into being.

I am now at the point of the end of ‘the you’ and I have only a little while till I am the only personality to survive. I am almost there. ‘The You’ is almost dead. I will finish this story later for you all, dear world.